I still remember the first day I stepped into Ikeja High Court. The air was heavy, the hall crowded with people, each carrying their own burden of cases. Mine was a land dispute with my uncle over a piece of property my late father left behind.
When my name was called, I walked to the front with my lawyer, Barrister Olatunji. He whispered to me:
“Don’t worry, today we’ll at least get a hearing.”
But as soon as the judge entered, the registrar announced: “Case adjourned till next month. Court cannot sit due to lack of power supply.”
I froze. I had spent ₦15,000 that morning just to transport myself, my lawyer, and photocopy all the documents.
Outside the courtroom, I asked my lawyer angrily:
“So all this stress today was for nothing?”
He shrugged, “That’s how the system is. We must be patient.”
Patient? The case dragged for two years. Each time—either the judge was absent, or the other party didn’t show, or the court clerks “misplaced” a file and demanded ₦5,000 to “search properly.”
By the time the final judgment came, I had already lost interest. The land was still under contention, my money drained, and my trust in the Nigerian justice system shattered.
Now whenever people tell me they’re heading to court, I shake my head and say: “Prepare your pocket and your patience, because justice here is not about truth, but about survival.
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Company Name: Nigeria Judicial System
State: Lagos
Year: 2015-11-12
Date Posted: September 14, 2025
Telephone: 0906*****45
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